"You're phone," he said between breaths. "Check your phone for any emails from Fat Daddy."
"Why?"
"Just do it, he huffed.
"Ok…..ok let's see," she said digging out the device and taking note that she had missed a call from Kimba. Trying to stay within the chaos of the moment, she searched her phone for any new incoming emails. As she moved her finger along the control pad she could feel her heart thumping as feelings of profound sadness sweep though her emotions. Her sight now a blur as tears welled up within her pretty green eyes.
"Come on, any new e-mails from Fat Daddy?"
"Yeah…..I'm working on it."
"Check the website too for any new entries," he said turning and looking at the young woman beside him. "What's the matter with you?" he questioned when he made eye contact with her.
"Nothing, I'm fine," she replied before wiping the first tear that started to run down her cheek. "There's nothing, nothing at all here from Fat Daddy," she said trying to return her attention to the task and bury her feelings deep within herself. "Stryker who was that man, do you know him?" Aurora then questioned once her fleeting moment of sadness elapsed.
"I know of him, well what is said about him."
"Well what about him?"
"Watch where you step, that rail over there is what powers the trains. It's like a million volts or something like that," he said trying to guide her away from the subway cars power source.
"Good to know."
"Well I thought you wouldn't know, the only subways in Miami or the whole state of Florida in fact only serve meatball subs and other shit like that," he said with a childish grin.
"Yeah maybe so." Aurora counted trying to force a smile through her pain. "So who was this man that has you…..the tough guy, all spooked?"
"He's a ghost, an assassin mercenary who works for the highest bidder hunting assassins and spies."
"Yeah, wait a minute Stryker, that's nothing more than our industry's urban legend."
"Is it really just a story?"
"Oh come on Matt, you're kidding right?"
"I don't know…..am I?"
"What, that we have this phantom hit man hunting us?"
"That's why I said to check your email. Fat Daddy did say that he was adding something new to the game. What if it was him, the one we call at the CIA, The Reaper….. The Assassin Killer."
"Well then we're dead," she said lowering her head.